Dear Diary,
Today I realised a dream I have had for a long time. I finally got a job as a warden in a men's prison. When you are a woman, even a tall imposing one like me, everyone wants you to start out in women's prisons, so for the last eight years I have been working one female prison after another, giving my all so that one day I could get promoted to my real goal.
Why do I want to work in a men's prison so badly? Well nothing makes me hornier than men staring at me with lust. I spent my uni years moving from one fetish club to the next, trying on different slutty yet domineering outfits. But it was never quite enough, it was only when my Sociology dissertation required performing interviews at a men's prison that I discovered what I really like. I love pure animalistic lust, like a caged tiger waiting to pounce and eat you, while your remain ravishing and unravished. Beyond their every whim. I tried to push the boundaries with my outfits, but one day I went to a prison wearing a short skirt and tight top and they flat out refused to let me in. So here I am, eight years later, with full access to a men's prison and a position of power that means nobody can tell me what to wear. It's a small medium security prison, holds about 150 split into three cell blocks, but all things considered that's probably better than the added scrutiny and staff that comes with the larger ones.
Tomorrow's my first day, and I'll put everything in this diary, to savour it like a juicy steak.
Leona
Xxx
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Dear diary,
Today was only a taste and still I'm drenched just thinking about it. It being my first day I played it safe, conservative and baggy top, trousers, no makeup and my long blonde hair tied into a ponytail. I was shown round my new domain and boy did the tigers circle. A tall blonde woman in charge, I bet they are touching themselves and thinking about me right now. The lewd comments came and of course I had to put on a show of retaliating, in my time working in prisons I realised that hardasses don't last long in prisons but neither do pushovers, I settled for some back and forth banter that put them in their place.
During rec time I untucked my shirt and wafted it up and down in the heat, there can be no doubt about it all eyes were on me.
Leona
Xxx
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Dear Diary,
So I have been doing what I can to enjoy myself. I'm still in my probationary period so I can't do too much. Today I pushed the boundaries by wearing a white shirt and a black bra. Then at lunch I deliberately spilled water all over my top. I made sure it was at the end of lunch and that I had left my blazer back in my office on the other side of the prison. There was practically a riot as I walked slowly and calmly across the wings, letting the prisoners drink in my black bra perfectly contoured by my dripping wet white shirt clinging to my ample curves.
I have made sure to be a stern figure, not aggressive but not to be taken advantage of. Above their league by an order of magnitude. That only makes them want me more and I can feel the eyes and hear the licking of lips as I move around my domain.
Leona
Xxx
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Dear Diary,
It's been a while since I last wrote in you as I had been playing it safe until I was confirmed in the post. However today the stars have aligned. Not only is my probationary period over, but one of higher ups is having a party. What this means is at the end of work today, I get to walk across the wing in my party outfit. I've chosen a tight red top that buttons at the front, meaning any prisoner who gets at the right angle will be able to see in the bulging gaps between the buttons. I will also be wearing a short black skirt, a skirt I know is a bit short already, however I decided that just for the walk across the wing I will also use the old schoolgirl trick of twisting the waistline to make it that bit shorter and more inviting. I of course will be wearing high heels and make-up. The real danger is that I will be so horny I won't make it to the party at all.
Wish me luck.
Leona
Xxx
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Dear Diary,
Last night went even better than planned. As I walked across the wings in my outfit the lewd comments were coming thick and fast, the loud knocking of my high heels turned eyes and my thigh length skirt kept them on me, at one point I even caught a prisoner with his dick in his hands, unashamedly jerking off to my sultry appearance. I had to discipline him of course and all that did was rile up the tigers.
I went to the party, I kept a buzz going with all the attention I was getting from old men in suits, but there was no danger, no animalistic desire to pounce and devour their prey. But part way through the party I got word there had been a fight on cellblock C, it wasn't large enough to be a riot but it was enough to demand my presence.
As I returned to the prison I saw my opportunity, I decided to act a bit drunker than I was. Let the prisoners see the peak of the mountain so to speak. All eyes were on me looking a bit worse for wear, if it wasn't for the lockdown and the riot suppression unit they would have had me right there. At one point, in full view of all prisoners, I decided to "take off these uncomfortable shoes." bending over in front of them and catching their gaze between my legs remains my best memory of the night.
And the best news is that in the fight the CCTV in cellblock C was destroyed. Meaning that until it is fixed, there is a whole cellblock I can tease with no proof.
Leona
Xxx
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Dear Diary,
It keeps getting better, we are short staffed and so I had to do a night shift on the wings. There was only one other guard on duty and policy dictates that there should be one person in the security booth at all times so they can call for backup if the panic alarm is triggered. This meant I got to wander the prison during lights out on my own.
Now during lights out the only light entering the building is my torch. Without that it is pitch darkness, and shone into a prisoners eyes they cannot see anything but light. On top of that the CCTV in cellblock C is still down. So last night, I went to do a walk around, and as I entered cellblock C I ducked to one side, out of sight of the cameras and the prisoners I took off my shoes, my top and my skirt. Wearing just my underwear I walked in front of the cages, my hands shaking with excitement. Before I was a piece of meat, but now I had just seasoned myself and no prisoners were the wiser.
But that was not enough for me, I wanted them to see me, I wanted to feel their eyes on my flesh. So I did something really stupid. I went to the end of the wing, to a part of the corridor I knew could be seen by a single cell, and I shined my torch into the cell. Two prisoners groggily woke up and I whispered to them that if they made a sound they would be spending the rest of the week in solitary. Then I slowly turned my torch away from their eyes and towards my body.
I couldn't see them but I knew they could see me, and the sound of rustling in the cell confirmed that they had overcome their confusion and were quickly pleasuring themselves while they had the chance. I stroked the length of my body and then my nerves got the better of me. I squeaked out something about how nobody would ever believe them and retreated back to my clothes by the entrance.
I spent the next 5 minutes in the toilets giving myself the wildest orgasm I had ever had.
Leona.
Xxxxx
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Dear Diary,
Tonight I really pushed my limits, even I feel I went too far.
Once again it was skeleton staff after lockdown, one guard manning the communication tower and me doing the rounds, and would you believe it the CCTV in cellblock C still isn't fixed. (It's almost as is the warden in charge of ordering its replacement is dragging her feet and blaming budget cuts.)
So once again I decide to go to cellblock C. Only this time I leave all my clothes at the doorway. The thrill sent shivers up my body with each step, I grasped my breasts and felt my skin up and down as I wandered among the carnivores. My pussy was streaming knowing what I wanted to do next. I went to the cell at the end of the corridor, the one perfectly placed for a private show, and once again shone my torch through the bars.
The prisoners inside remembered last time, and were up and ready quicker than before. Only this time I rolled the torch under the bars, letting them hold it. They shone the light up and down my body, the sound of rustling clothes rung in my ears. I then got closer to the cage, and lay down in front of it. My hand began working furiously between my legs until what I dreamed of happening happened, all of us climaxing at once, their seed leaping through the bars and clinging to the body beyond their grasp.
I asked for the torch back, wiped myself down with some wet wipes I had prepared and snuck away.
God I feel so great
Leona.
XxXxXxX
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Dear diary,
Today the beasts got more dangerous.
So everyone at work thinks I am a great manager and team player for all the night shifts I volunteered for. I've been occasionally indulging my routine of giving a show to the cell at the end of the corridor. Well yesterday I was planning my latest display, I have some lacy black and red lingerie, with a tight lace up thong that can be worn under suspenders while still allowing me to peel them off in a naughty way.
So I was walking to my chosen cell wearing nothing but my sexy lingerie, and I did my usual routine of waking the two prisoners using my torch. Suddenly a light emerged from their cell that wasn't mine. The bastards had snuck in a camera phone. I instinctively responded that the phone was contraband but they just laughed and showed me the picture they had just taken of me.
Now they were in control.
They told me that if I didn't want the photograph getting out. I was to turn on the lights in cellblock C and perform whatever I was about to perform for them to the whole block. My stomach practically fell through the floor. I was about to submit myself to the lusting beasts, but deep down it felt like something I was looking forward to. They would still be in their cages, ravenous but contained and I would be the delicate meat, my sexual essence causing their blood to boil.
I could barely stand as I walked over to the light switches. I pulled the big handle and light flooded the wing. I then went and stood in as close to the centre as I could, giving as many of the prisoners as possible the view of their lives. As the cat calling and the animalistic yelling grew, I knew what I needed to do next. Slowly and sensually I began to sway, an alluring (albeit clumsy) dance began to drive them wild with desire. I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the ground, as the wall of cheers and jeers grew I faced away from the cells, bent over, and pulled the lace on the side of my thong. It was so wet it took some time and encouragement to peel it away from my legs while I spread my throbbing pussy for the pleasure of the prisoners.
In a fog of horniness I crawled on all fours in front of the cells, one by one taking the seed of the inmates until I was covered in their virility, my hand working overtime to satisfy my pulsating sex.
While I wiped myself down the prisoner with the camera phone made sure to show me all the video footage he had taken. He then told me that I should have another performance ready by the end of next week or the footage is going on the internet.
I'm looking forward to it.
